Page 56 of Livewire Witch

I’m sure if you tore me open right now, you’d see my insides are silver-plated.

Another classic. That one’s going on the list too.

“What happened, sweetheart? Z wasn’t making a huge amount of sense in between all the sobbing.” I scoop her up into my lap, unable to fight my instincts to have her close enough to feel her body heat.

She’s here. Soft and whole.

I take a deep breath of her scent and pull up short.

“Why do you smell like a sexy pie? Cinnamon and nutmeg and vanilla, all in one.”

“I took a shower,” she says with a tiny grin. “I was kind of a bloody mess.”

“Huh.” Looking up, I see the resident vampire hasn’t moved from his spot on the coffee table and is barely a few feet away from me. “Is this your scent then? Do you smell like a sexy pie too, Dante?”

“If you’re feeling up to it, we should get back home,” Zeph says from his place on the armchair. He looks like he’s been stapled to it. He’s so close to coming off the edge. He also keeps shooting wary looks toward Dante and his hands are fisted in his lap.

His bloodied hands.

Seems like he hasn’t taken a shower yet. The front of his t-shirt is covered in drying blood. A sobering sight that makes me cling to Silver harder.

“Feel free to leave,” Dante says to him.

The vampire somehow looks even more disheveled than the last time we saw him when we woke him up in the middle of his sleep cycle.

He grits his teeth as he adds, “Or at least take my offer of a shower and a fresh set of clothes.”

“I’m not stripping off in a vamp’s apartment,” Z grumbles.

My eyes dart back to Dante, whose usually well styled hair is disheveled, like he’s been running a hand through it and tugging it out of his scalp. Not in a sexy way, either. It’s not like I’ve just walked in on him canoodling with Silver.

Weirdly enough, the thought of that doesn’t make me feel jealous.

Would I want in on some of that action? Hell yeah.

I’m not attracted to the vamp, not attracted to males in general. Or females anymore, it seems. Just the one female witch.

An image fills my mind of Dante and Zeph on either side of Silver as they get her off. She has her head thrown back in pleasure as one of them feeds from her neck, his fingers deep inside her, while the other sucks her luscious nipple into his mouth.

Not something I can see becoming reality anytime soon.

Too bad though. The image in my head is hot as fuck.

As much as he’s been trying to fight it, the way Zeph’s sitting right now is testament to his feelings toward Silver. The big dumb fuck wants her in his arms just as much as I do, but he’s still fighting his instincts.

Dante also seems to be fighting different instincts.

Namely, devouring our delicious witch.

“Hey, bud, I think you should take him up on that shower,” I tell Zeph.

“Good idea,” Fabian says. “I’ll wait outside if you’re worried about your virtue. No one’s going to sneak a peek.”

Zeph glances between us suspiciously before finally seeming to spot Dante’s strained body language. He nods and gets to his feet.

It seems like both he and Fabian can’t help but gravitate toward Silver as they head out of the room. Z stops at the back of the sofa, tugging a piece of her hair as he passes and gently brushing her cheek with his thumb.

Huh, I guess he may have already pulled his head out of his ass. Silver shoots him a sweet smile in response and squeezes his fingers.

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